Dinae was the last to wake up in the large bed she shared with her family. She'd spent much of the night awake with the newborn Fehya, feeding, rocking, and cajoling her to sleep just to do it all again a couple hours later. She knew they let her sleep in, despite her responsibilities to the household. She rose, stretched, and went to the basin of water heated by the nearby hearth. The bedroom of the former Turag, First Axe to the orc chief, was massive and more richly appointed than their previous home.
She stood in front of the hearth, turning her backside to the fire. The cool breeze from the window blew across her body, bringing her nipples to stiff attention. She shivered with the chill, and the tingling sensation in the hardening nubs at the tips of her swollen breasts. She ran her hands over the tops of her breasts, feeling the goose-flesh down to her engorged nipples. They hardened more when her hands brushed over them, sending little jolts up her spine. Droplets of moisture clung to her fingers. Her hands continued down her body and over the mound of her sex.
She parted her dampening lips, still tender from the night before. All the women of her family, even Sabrah, spent the night in the massive bed of the master's chambers. Sithkah, at last free of her enslavement in the fighting pits, was there as well. The nagari had stayed several weeks in the house of the former First Axe, but would soon leave to rejoin her people. They had all been a pile of sweating flesh and scales, twined and writhing among the furs of the bed. Dinae's fingers slipped deeper between the folds of her sex, and she turned to brace herself with her free hand against the mantle of the hearth.
She remembered the feeling of Aasha's mouth on her nipple, biting and pulling at the tingling bud with a desperate need. Beside them, Duuhra was still teaching Sabrah the new order of things, clutching the orc woman's head between her thigh's. Not that Turag's former wife complained. She accepted her new station with wanton abandon, greedily savoring the pussy of her new mistress. Sithkah lay between both pairs, caressing green skin and ivory, kissing slender elven nicks and twining her forked tongue around thick orcish nipples. Dinae remembered the feeling of that light tongue tracing feathery lines along her spine and soft, scaled fingers exploring her pussy from behind. Her waking fingers followed the same path. She gasped when she grazed her clit, running her slender fingers on either side of the tingling nub.
"You will love this," Aasha had said, pulling Dinae's leg up over her own hip to open her more to the nagari's probing fingers.
"Yes," Dinae whispered to the fire, spreading her legs and resting her head on the mantlepiece.
In her memory, she felt Sithkah move closer. The nagari's hand retreated, replaced by something thicker probing at her wet cunny. Her lips parted at the invading nagari's slender smooth cock. It felt different than Zar's thick phallus. Softer, and longer, and probing her deeply. The waking Dinae moaned as her fingers slid deep into her pussy in memory. She had moaned while kissing Aasha savagely, but her friend smiled and pulled back.
"There's more, love," Aasha whispered.
Dinae gasped, a sigh of longing, when Sithkah withdrew her cock. The elf rocked her hips back to find the retreating member with the hungry lips of her pussy. Instead, she found another. The first phallus, slick with Dinae's juices, probed at her puckered anus, and the second parted her throbbing lips. At the same time, Aasha bit her nipple hard and sucked the tender flesh into her mouth. Dinae was driven wild with desire. She didn't care that she had little experience with anal sex, or that one of her partners seemed to have too many appendages. She needed more. The elf pushed back into the nagari, feeling both cocks invade her body slowly. Sithkah let her control it, just holding onto Dinae's hips with gentle hands. Her soaking pussy accepted the thicker second shaft easily. The first invaded her ass with a slight burning pain that made her hesitate. Her pussy clenched and her whole body shivered. She took a deep breath, tried to relax, and pushed back more.
Dinae's fingers slid deep inside her and her thumb worked frantically around her clit. Even in the morning she could feel the tenderness in her body, a slight, longing ache where the nagari had been inside her. She'd never felt so full, so primal. She'd cum twice driving back into Sithkah's cocks while Aasha tormented her nipples with bites and nibbles. By the end she was accepting each thrust with an animalistic grunt, trying to get as much of the nagari inside her as possible. Dinae, the waking Dinae, cried out as she orgasmed with her own memories. She bit her lip, some part of her still too shy to let the entire household know what was happening above their heads.
Dinae washed and wrapped her silver wolf fur loincloth around her waist. It was a gift of the house's former mistress. She left her matching fur boots by the bed, preferring to go barefoot in the house. She left her breasts bare, once self-conscious and shy, she was now proud of her body. She did not hide the marks of her slavery, the heavy rings in her nipples linked by chains, for it was only symbolic. She was no more a slave to her family than Duuhra was. She had status which few other non-orcs shared.
The elf descended the stairs to find most of her family in the large hall that made up the central communal area of the home. It was dominated by a large table surrounded by heavy chairs, and a stone hearth for cooking and heat at the far end. Sithkah and Aasha were sitting and one end of the table, talking and laughing at some shared joke. They were both dressed similarly to Dinae, as other females in the community tended to. Aasha's rings and chains were replaced with the silver, etched with the markings of Zar's family like Dinae's. Sithkah still wore the markings of her enslavement in the pits, though she had been freed from there already.
Sabrah tended a large pot, smelling of sausage and potatoes, hanging over the fire. She too wore a leather loincloth, sweat covering her neck and breasts from the heat of the fire. At the head of the table sat the mistress of the house, Duuhra, growing heavy with her own child. She was cradling Fehya gently in her arms. The large orc woman looked down at the half-elven, half-orcish babe with a tenderness only seen when she held the child. She made soft rumbling sounds in her chest and rocked slightly in her chair. Duuhra looked up at Dinae and shot her a conspiratorial wink. The elf blushed and took her seat next the large orc. Baby Fehya began to fuss so the orc reluctantly turned the child over to her mother's arms to eat again.
"She's always hungry," Dinae smiled down at the child, caressing her face with a gentle finger.
"Orc children grow fast," Duuhra chuckled.
"Sithkah, must you leave today?" Dinae turned to the nagari across the table, while she guided her baby to her breast.
Aasha laughed, and the ginger elf blushed furiously.
"Sadly, I must," the nagari smiled. "As much as I would like to remain with all of you, it is near mating season for my people. There are too few of us as it is."
"You will send word, and visit when you can, yes?" Duuhra didn't hide the hope in her voice. All of them had experienced the nagari's unique nature over the last few nights.
"I will mistress..., Duuhra," Sithkah fell back into old habits, despite her new freedom. She had been freed at Aasha's request, after Aasha was reunited with Dinae.
"Good," the orc woman nodded.
Sabrah was setting out breakfast when Zar'ahk entered through the heavy wooden door at the end of the main hall. A gust of chilly wind followed him in from the outside. He took off his heavy fur cloak and hung it on a wooden hook near the door.
"I spoke to the wise women," Zar said, sitting down at his chair at the head of the table. "They are interested in learning about your fertility medicine."
"I would be honored to share it with them," Dinae looked up from watching Fehya nursing.
"This could save our people," Duuhra lovingly caressed her distended stomach, smiling proudly at Dinae.
"If I can convince Gor'zahn to cut back on the constant raiding," Zar said between bites of dripping sausage. "We're losing more warriors than we birth, even if every female gets pregnant today we may not be able to recover."
